You and Me, Forever

Three Makes A Family [8]: Tomatoes

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At five months pregnant Camila's cravings were no joke.

She would get the weirdest cravings, at the weirdest hours, and if she didn't have what she was craving she were ready to rip someone's head off, or the complete opposite, where Camila was really sweet until she got what she wanted.

She was in a mix of both right now. Angry because it was 3 am, and she couldn't sleep because the thought of this snack sounded so good. But sweet because Shawn was home, and next to her, and sleeping so cutely with his face snuggled into his pillow, mouth open, eyes fluttering with his dreams.

Camila sighed heavily once again, looking around the room, at the ceiling as she decipher whether to wake him or not.

But Shawn knew her better than that. It's like his body could feel that she wasn't asleep next to him, so he woke up with her. He groaned softly, burying his face in his pillow not understanding why he was waking up, but when he felt Camila shuffle a little to his left he peeped his right eye open to peak at her.

"Babe," His gravelly voice croaked. "Why are you up?"

"I'm hungry," She whined, looking over at him with her pouty lips.

He sighed, sleep aching his bones as he wished silently that this was a dream and that his baby growing in her really wasn't hungry at 3 in the morning. "What do you want?" He asks, eyes closed as he holds on to the last bit of sleep that wants to pull him back under.

"Don't hate me," Camila whines.

"I don't hate you, babe. What are you craving?"

"Tomatoes? Like sliced tomatoes with a bit of pepper sprinkled on top." Camila sighs at the yummy snack she's describing.

It's silent for a beat, and Camila looks over worried he's fallen back asleep, but when she faces him all she see is his beautiful hazel eyes glaring at her.

"Tomatoes?" He spits the word out like it's trash.

"Please!"

"Camila, we don't have tomatoes, we both don't like tomatoes,"

"Your boy does though," Camila shrugs, shuffling closer to him, bringing a hand up and carding it through his hair. "Please baby, I'm so hungry,"

He takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring as he groans. "Okay," He nods, rolling out of his warm bed, out into the cold of the night, looking for his sweats and a sweatshirt.

Once he's dressed, has his keys and wallet, and has gone to the bathroom he goes to find Camila in bed, but stops short when the sheets are empty. "Camila?" He calls, sauntering down the hall.

"Living room," She yawned.

"Baby, go to bed, I'll be back in a few with your snack." He kneels in front of her.

"I'll wait, and watch my show."

"Okay," He sighs, leaning forward for a kiss.

"Drive safe," Camila murmur against his lips.

"M'kay," He nods. He leans down and kisses her belly, whispering "I can't believe you like tomatoes", before she whacks him on the back of his head and shoo him out the door.